Me, alone. Life after loss.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
~ Psalm 30:5
While I never wept for a night, I wept, strange word that, old fashioned. Yes, I wept more this past year than I would have thought possible. But then I began to heal and once more,
me to again know the joy of an April morning.
These mornings, these April mornings, I walk in the hills with my dogs. It's different from before, when we walked together with our dogs, four of them, two of us. Different, but joyful still.....